Chapter 137 (1/2)

”That Chinese is very dangerous. The defeat of Capone group, the Mafia Committee, Luciano, including the disappearance of father Johnny, I believe all these things have something to do with him.”

”Don't provoke him easily until there is sufficient evidence.” That's the advice given to Purvis by the Secretary of state in Washington.

”Boss, why give them to the police?” This is the first time that Lao Huang has questioned his decision.

In his opinion, the so-called verdict is not painful at all. As long as one sincerely admits his mistake and adds an objective compensation, it can be easily erased.

Besides, they have no direct evidence to prove that this was done by the other party.

”Don't worry, Lao Huang. You have to believe that my inner anger is no less than yours.” Li Zitao smiles mysteriously and sits quietly by the bed.

Looking at Eric, who is still in a coma, Li Zitao's smiling face burst out a terrible cold light.

The next day, the FBI stopped the other family on the train to Florida.

In the afternoon of the same day, Li Zitao met the Thomas family who were ”protected” in the Chicago branch of the FBI.

Yes, the so-called imprisonment is regarded as necessary protection from the perspective of Li Zitao and povis.

As long as he dares to walk out of here, Li Zitao is not sure what he will do.

”Mr. Thomas, what makes you so cruel to a child under the age of seven?” Li Zitao asked with a smile in his voice.

With a big belly, a top hat and a crutch in his hand, Thomas, an old gentleman of Y, said calmly, ”I don't understand what you're talking about.”

”Believe me, you will soon understand.” On the corner of his mouth, Li Zitao's eyes turned to the little Thomas hiding in his mother's arms.

”Welcome back, little Mr. Thomas.” Li Zitao took off his hat and leaned over and slowly withdrew from the room.

”Li, you can't mess around.” Purvis was standing outside the door. At this time, there was no sound insulation environment like that in his previous life. What Li Zitao said just now was clear to him.

”I just welcome him, isn't that guilty?” Li Zitao squeezed out a smirk and walked out to the door.

Now that the man has seen it, there is nothing to do with him.

”Papo, keep an eye on them 24 hours a day to make sure they're safe. Can you do that?” After Li Zitao left, povis called an old detective and said.

Papo, who has worked for the Bureau of investigation for 18 years, is an experienced, loyal and reliable old man, and povis thinks he is trustworthy.

”Of course.” Papo nodded his head meticulously.

”Well, it's up to you, man. I've got to find out quickly, or we'll have to babysitter all the time.”

Povis slapped him on the shoulder, laughed, and left with a gun and a round cap.

Shortly after povis left, Papo dialed a number: ”a taco for three, please Yes

After hanging up the phone, pabola sat in a chair outside the interrogation room, looking down at the floor, wondering what he was thinking.

Shortly after, a bellman arrived with his hat brim pressed. Papo took the bag without any communication, and the other party turned around and left without receiving any money.

After leaving the branch gate, the waiter scanned the left and right with vigilance, and found that no one was paying attention to himself. Only then did he turn into the lane on the right.

A black Buick was parked in the lane when the waiter pulled the door and ran in.

”Are you done?” In the back seat, there was smoke, and a familiar voice sounded. When the smoke dissipated slightly, Paul's face was revealed.

Compared with him a few months ago, Paul now looks a little fat, at least his face is round.

There are a lot of beautiful knives coming in every day, and there are no troubles for his subordinates. The boss behind him never gives directions to himself. There are endless parties every day.

This kind of fairy day makes Paul question his life.

What have you ever done? It's stupid!

”It's done. Tortillas for three people. The dose is just right. Haha...” The waiter rubbed his hands with a smile.

I haven't done this for a long time. He thought he was born!

”Boss, Papo left.” The door suddenly opened and a small man rushed into the car with the latest news.

Ever since he tasted the benefits of QD, Paul has forbidden anyone to call him Godfather again, but let them call themselves boss.

Making money, only making money is true.

Godfather, mafia, shit!

Capone is the godfather, Luciano is the godfather, and many people are also called Godfather. Look at them and yourself.

”Well, idiots are Godfathers.” Paul make complaints about it.

The only thing that bothered him was that he couldn't touch every cent of the money.

God, this is a nightmare!”Well, it's time to leave.” With a puff of smoke, Paul put the cigar out roughly in the box.

When Purvis returned to the division again, the news was that Thomas's family had been hospitalized for food poisoning.

And his most trusted agent, Papo, disappeared two hours ago.

Bang!

One punch hit the table, and Purvis was filled with anger and sadness. ”Why, why do people like Pablo become their running dogs?”

If Purvis was on the departing cruise, Papo would have told him, ”I just want my family to live a stable and prosperous life.”